The Stupid One

Yesterday I came home at 11:20ish.

I never really had a curfew. I could stay out for as long as I wanted as long as she knew I was safe.

I got a curfew forced upon me when I started dating Matthew. My "curfew" is now 11 p.m.

I never listen to that, really. I am out with someone and I rather not be home.

That's what me and Matt were talking about yesterday from 11 pm to 11:20. He was saying that he felt bad leaving me somewhere I did not want to be. I said it was fine.... everything is always fine.....

Of course that is not true and he knows it. I walked into my house and my mom was like "we need to have a talk tomorrow morning." I said no, if you want to talk we are talking now, not tomorrow.

"Tomorrow I said."

Of course, why would she listen to me? Is it so far-fetched to not want my whole day ruined the next day. Whatever. So anyways, it's today.

I say good morning to her and she replies in a hesitant/grouchy manner. Mh.

"Come here. We need to have a talk."

No, if you wanted to talk, you should have done it yesterday.

"You know this house isn't a hotel"

Mom, don't start. Don't ruin my day so early

"Don't talk to me in that tone of voice. If you want to live in this house you will follow my rules. Don't treat me like the stupid one in this house, because it's you who's the only stupid one here."

.... Okay mom, thank you.

That's about the time I walked away from her as she was saying things like "You are cut off" and I'm not exactly sure but it sounded like "you have no mother".

Wow, if the new year is something like this past year, I am going to have soo much fun!

Christmas Day '09

Merry Christmas!

Today's plans: go watch "Sherlock Holmes" avec my love and my family... who don't really like him? hm. Shall be interesting? Let's hope that the movie is the only source of entertainment.

After going to the house of a family friend of Matt's family. Mh. Also fun? It would be way better if I understood what they were saying half the time. They all speak Portuguese and smile and laugh and look at me expectantly. Uhm... I do not understand you. Eu no falho Portugues!!!!

Eating ice cream right now. Soon I will be competing with Santa in an eating competition.

I'm sure I'll win.

Hotstays

Matt booked a hotel for my friend and her boyfriend.

They had sex.... no they didn't.

They had fun. I like hotels. I like it when he did it for me.

It was nice.

Her boyfriend seems like a pretty caring guy. I'm happy for her. That's it. I call maid of honor....

Yessir, after all those math classes together and crazy adventures. Def.

Totally. O.G.

UPDATE: Mom is half shunning me. On Christmas Eve. Meeeeeeeeerry Christmas to yooouuuuuuuuuu!

Walk like a man

Walk like a Man - Four Seasons

Walk like a Man

Oh, how you tried to cut me down to size
Tellin' dirty lies to my friends
But my own father said "Give her up, don't bother
The world isn't comin' to an end"

Walk like a man, talk like a man
Walk like a man my son
No woman's worth crawlin' on the earth
So walk like a man, my son

Bye bye baby, I don't-a mean maybe
Gonna get along somehow
Soon you'll be cryin' on account of all your lyin'
Oh yeah, just look who's laughin' now

Walk like a man, fast as I can
Walk like a man from you
I'll tell the world "forget about it, girl"
And walk like a man from you

Walk x(Repeat till end)

Jersey Boys

So my love took me to see Jersey Boys.. I will write about this when I am feeling better. It was wonderful.

UPDATE: I am not really feeling better but I want to write about this before I forget. So for Christmas my lover took me to see Jersey Boys. Yessir! A musical. Even though he finds them annoying. He did it because he knows it would make me happy. Can you say luuuuuuuhhhhve?

Walk like a man fast as I cannnnnnnnn.... yes. It was really good.

We were arguing before we went in though... what else is new? Maria screwing things up and Matt noticing that she feels guilty for ruining things. He goes through all this effort for me to be all....."negative" was what he said. *Sigh*

Walk like a man talk like a man. Walk like a man my son...No woman is worth crawling on the earth....

ooooooooooooohhhhh ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh

Yessir. Well the show was amazing. First time I have watched a legit performance. Fun. I wish I had known the songs. That would have made it better. Fail on my part. Oh well. Awesome. Now I can't stop listening to a specific song.

00000000000000000000000000000000000hhhhhhhhhhhhh Walk like a maaaaaaaaaan.

Well. Me and Matt argued... Matt and I argued. The world isn't coming to an endddddddd. Walk like a man my soooooooooon. oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooohhhhhhhh....

We argued. We fixed it. I love how we can do it. I hate arguing but I understand it's good for our relationship.

Walk like a man from yoooouuuuuuuuuuu.

*downloads songs from Jersey Boys......illegally -shifty eyes-*

Where is the Christmas spirit?

So. Christmas officially sucks. Not done any homework at all. Keep arguing with my boyfriend. Love how the "friendships" with people seem to be going these days. Family life just keep getting worse... ya fun stuff.

Did I mention that I left some super important paper on my computer desk and that my family threw it out? Yupppp. That means I can't apply to university. The only way of getting that information is from my guidance councellor. Like 5 day s before the deadline. People have already been accepted into uni and I haven't even applied. Fuckkk my life.

Told my mom about it. Then we argued... as usual.. called me ungrateful, stupid, etc etc. What else is new?

Merry fucking Christmas.

Mele Kalikimaka

Purchase for my ultra-secret special Kris Kringle person has been made. Gift needs to be wrapped. I am a spy master of the worlddddddd!

*does spy roll on floor* yes! *poses*

Plus Matt (takes foreeeeever, I mean, we have been dating for SEVEN months Fairy) FINALLY put something about us in his msn name. Yay. Good. That's it, he loves me. His msn told me so.

Not that I didn't already know that. But still, nice touch.

BTW, as we freeze here in what my love calls a, "frozen wasteland" (aka Canada), why don't I torture myself with the warm weather :

I love snowwwww... and I love sand.... but I don't like windy cold wet snow on me and making me sick. :( Yes now I am sickish. And not in the Ohhh I'm so o.g. (Original Gangster) and yaaaaa b you just wish you were as fly as meee.. not in that way. In the want to curl up and die way. Okay? Good.

Gooooooooooooooooooooooodbye.

Santa....

Thank you Santa Clause for....

School: One failure after the other. it seems that even if I get perfect on an assignment, teachers are willing to look for ways to lower my mark. For example, I got a religion assignment back that was covered in checkmarks and not a single mistake had been marked. I got 80% on it. I went up to talk to him and he said he has not read it carefully enough to mark the mistakes and he read mine over. He gave me a 90% instead. Good, what about math though? Faaaaaaaaaaaaaaail. I'm going to be like one of those creeper women who live in boxes and with a ton of animals. Great.....

Friends: Things have been okay in this area. The people who I enjoy around me seem to be there. The ones I could so without seem to be farthest away from me. It's like a party. You walk in with some people and you lose them in the crowd and the music is playing and why does it matter anyways? There are other people to befriend. So you go talk to them instead and realize that it didn't matter who you came to the party with because you were still having fun. Does that make sense? Maybe. If not, what do I care, it's my blog. If it makes sense to me now, it will later on.

Matt: It seems like all we are doing lately is arguing. He seems to be more defensive lately. Is it me? Maybe. I do screw up a lot. Make him feel bad. Which sucks. I know he doesn't like this time of the year... he has his reasons but, I feel like I am making it worse? ya kayyyyyyy. And sometimes he makes me feel pretty shitty too. But no one else can make me happier. The other day I was freaking out about some Biology presentation... Felt like I couldn't breath, was going to throw up, cry. The whole ordeal. He was all like... "worse comes to worse you can just sing and breakdance"..

Me: About cloning?

Matt: Ohhhhh..... it's about cloning? Then you can go off on this rant about how you are unclonable because machines would break due to your awesomeness.

Is there a question as to why I love him? No. Didn't think so. All these stupid fights really hurt but if it's something we need to do then so be it.

Family: Ahhh.. these people drive me insaneeeeeeeeee!

*sigh*.... tis the season...to be jolly fa la la la la..........

Oh wellll. Matt better like his gift. It comes in two parts. But they fit together to make one big surprise. Yay! I am so proud of it. Hopefullyyyy he likes it. Mission and a half.....

Choc. Meringue Cookies

So Christmas is coming up...

In exactly nine days.

I don't know if I am so excited anymore. Soo much stress I have to deal with. Firstly, there my famill. Always a problem with that bunch. If i do something, it's because I did it. And if I don't do something, it's because I didn't do it. Does that make sense? It does to me.

Made some cookies for a staff cookie exchange we had at work.

CHOCOLATE MERINGUE COOKIES:

You need:

• 3 egg whites
• 1/8 tablespoon cream of tartar
• 1/2 tablespoon vanilla extract
• 2/3 cup white sugar
• 1 tablespoon unsweetened cocoa powder
• 1/3 cup semisweet chocolate chips

1- Preheat oven to 300 degrees F (150 degrees C)

2- Combine egg whites, cream of tartar, and vanilla. Beat until whites form soft peaks. Slowly add sugar. Beat until mixture forms hard peaks and becomes glossy. Fold in cocoa and choc. chips.

3- Drop mixture by teaspoonfuls on a greased cookie sheet. Bake for 25-30 mins.

UPDATE: Attempted to make these cookies for Matt's parents. Succeeded but the cookies then became soggyish due to exposure to air. Fuck you air, fuck you.

Twelve days until Christmas!

Christmas Presents

Okay so I was just fired.

Yes, Santa Clause has fired me from his gift wrapping factory :(

Oh no! Now Christmas will def be ruined! How can I live with myself?!?

*hehe*

Well, it's not that bad. At least the reindeer still like me :)

Christmas Cookies

Most embarassing moment of life.

And yes, I am reflecting.

Matt and his mother and I made cookies. I tried to get his dad to help but he did not even make a single one :( Blob. It's kay b/c he is awesome though. He can have all the almond snowball cookies he wants for all I care. Fo' shizzzzzle.

So brah, we were making cookies when Matt's back started hurting so he went to his room and I followed. He has been trying to get me to give him a message but I am def going to be a total fail so I haven't really tried. It's like. Maria thanks for that massage, now my back hurts more...bitch. So we go make more cookies and go downstairs.

Yaaaa.. that's not embarassing. What's wrong with you Maria? Well, the good part is still to come.

Matt puts on some movie. I don't know why he even bothers, we never end up watching it. We end up talking and staring at each other. I love staring at him. He has this defined jaw and cheekbones and a perfect nose and perfect eyelashes and nice eyebrows and "deep" eyes. Ya, those are the physical things I see when I stare at his face, let's not get into the emotional things. So deadly.

woooowwww must look pretty gay to see someone staring at their soulmate like that.

Back to the story, so ya. Oh wait, I know why he puts the movie on. In case his parents come downstairs and we are on top of each other. Right. Anyways so Mr. Deadly and myself start talking..kissing...and that's how it all started.

More kissing... heavy breathing..pull on pants..lower...lower.... touching...kissing...

Not long later, we hear footsteps and Matt practically jumps to get me covered with his Fail Blanket. He has been trying to get me to use the FB for a while but I totally refuse. I am such a mastermind that I would never get caught doing anything that involves having my pants around my ankles....

Or so I thought. The blanket covered the most important tidbits on both of us but left our legs revealed. Faaaaaaaaaaiiil...

In walks in Matt's mom with two cookies she intended on giving us.

Me: Wow... faaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaill

Matt: Total fail.

Matt's mom then threw the cookies at me and called me a slut. Saying she never wants to see me again and that she will have a very detailed and "required" talk with my mother. She says that I am too young to be doing such things and grabs the blanket from me. Matt laughed.

Well... that COULD have happened. But it didn't... instead.....

She walks over half-smiling and hands us the cookies. We thank her and she apologizes for interrupting as she leaves the room.

REWIND: apologizes.... whatttttttt?

Brah, that's when you know you have a kickass madre... just sayinnnn'

Making cookies... that's how it all started.

Shhh... it shall be our little secret ;)

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Across the ocean...

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